Silly willy wagon musician who never gloated
Now without a swerve a color, an intuition or a float
Bleating like the blindsiding preverbial goat
chilly winking and stinky without any soap
Senseless repetitions an old well timed pun
Then times teenage hounds let loose with their own reruns
As sick and rabid half drunk dizzy eyed
Worried parents drag adolescent as he cries
Now a finger strummer without a drummer
A meth-head jar smoker emotionally bare runner
Piles of wood witch rumours scribbled
Takes a hit leans back hits guitar with dribble
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